LONG LANCE the backs of our heads would hit the ground again. At first we yelled and thought that we were hav- ing a lot of fun, but when we saw the fire and the flying ponies, we got scared and lay on our bellies and kept quiet. The horses came thundering past us, dodging us with the nimbleness of dogs —some of them jumped clear over us, but not one of us was touched. When the wind had howled for about fifteen minutes, big chunks of wet snow started to splash our faces, and soon a blinding snowstorm was on us. Winter had broken in the Rockies. As the wind slowed up the snow increased. It snowed all that day and night, and all the next day. Our fathers were out on their snow- shoes, trying to round up the horses, but these had not stopped so soon as the men thought they would. They must have followed the storm with their speed, and kept going until they were ex- hausted; for not one of them was ever seen again. Perhaps their descendants are still roaming the Rockies among its famous herds of wild horses.